Peter In The Water Poem by Elle Wolfe

In the tempest, in the fire,
In the waves of water rolling,
Swiftly sailing over nothing, over
Seas violently boiling.

Said to me, 'Walk just a little,
Walk along with hope, elation,
Over seas and earth that trembles,
Over sin and trepidation.'

So I stepped into the water;
Thick and firm as clear as glass, and
I stepped between bright fissures made by
Wanton waves in passing.

And I was walking in Nirvana and,
The way of truth and brightness
Sure that everything was perfect,
So my heart was filled with lightness.

'Come.' He said to me and smiling
He reached for me coming nearer
To the way he had been guiding
And my path seemed so much clearer.

Then, in electric fire,
Sprang the tongues of lightning screaming
Through the clouds with fell desire
Demon's eyes fiendishly gleaming.

And dark clouds grew darker, thicker,
In the sky black evil growing
And the rain grew harder, slicker,
And the wind continued blowing.

And I felt it in my heart I
Could not help it any longer;
And how could I walk on water,
When gravity's so much stronger?

Tears of pain and sadness
Tears of anger and of dread
Mixed and mingled with the sea glass,
In the ocean of the dead.

Looking up beneath the blue green
Tides of murky death and mercy,
A hand reaching for atonement;
His hand reaching down to save me.

Slowly I climbed back in the vessel
And the sun came shining out
And I noticed he was crying as he said,
'Why did you doubt? '